I remember when we were in second phase, as we moved into the Quonset huts, which were located next to the Grinder. One night myself and another Private were on guard duty at the end of the road by the Recruit training area when a car pulled up and stopped.
We did not know what to think of this situation, until we both heard giggling coming from the car, I approached the car, and to my surprise was asked by a young lady, if I knew where "Happy MCRD" was - where they were going to a party. Myself and the other Private, both responded no mam. Well they left and soon our drill Instructor come to pick us up. We informed him of this, and I seem to remember he thought it was funny. To me, I was scared S######s! Anyway nothing came of it.
Later in training, in fact it was the night before graduation, our Plt Commander had the duty, and after he said, Prepare to mount. We responded, Sir prepare to mount Sir, Aye, Aye Sir. We mounted our racks, we said our Marine Corps prayer, said good night to Chesty, where ever you are. He then began talking to us as he walked thru the squad bay. I do not recall his message to us, but at the end he said Good Night Marines. I do not know about the other privates, But I felt ten feet tall. Anyway if anyone might know where SSgt Leonardi is please let me know.
Again Good Morning Marines, and Semper Fi!
My old man's first tattoo. Over 30 years after he got out.
Was at New River Dec 61 thru Jan 63 and remember all those places on Court Street. Yes, we went back in 2001 and didn't recognize anything on Court Street. Was told by one of the business owners (Real Estate) that the situation with the drugs and prostitutes got out of hand and "eminent domain" was instilled for the area and the city closed down all the pawn shops, bars and other businesses not enhancing to the City of Jacksonville, N.C.
One thing though, I would like to know if anyone remembers the manager or owner of the "Birdland" or "Jazz Land" lounges? I seem to remember that a former Marine, L/Cpl Iernia nicknamed "Teebo" managed or operated one or the other? If anyone has any info on this, please share...
Grandle Starling Cpl E4
In reference to SSgt Jeffrey Beaty's story (55 year old Marine, 03July08) about Sgt Jim Roper. I had the pleasure and honor of meeting Sgt Jim Roper in May 2005 at 4th Maint Bn, Charlotte, NC. I was a Sergeant at the time and had been mobilized early for 6th CAG to be the Data Chief. Sgt Roper showed up a couple of weeks before the whole unit was mobilized on June 1, and when I met him I was completely amazed by his humbling presence.
First off, Sgt Roper is about 6'4 and is a brick S&*T house. So naturally your like this guy looks like a SgtMaj but then I looked at his collar and he was wearing Sgt chevrons, but trust me he definitely received total respect from all of the senior Marines in the unit. We were at Camp Lejeune for 2 1/2 months for our workup cycle and during that time I was Sgt Roper's roommate and let me tell you every morning he woke up with a smile on his face ready to PT, I mean he was in better shape than almost every Marines in our unit, including me. On most nights, we'd hangout outside our room and shoot the sh*t with the other Marines and on many occasions the question would arise, "Sgt Roper, Why did you want to come back after all these years?". This awesome Marine responded, "Because I just wanted to do my part, I'm just happy to be a Sergeant in the Marines!". Now if that isn't motivating as h$ll, I don't know what is.
Unfortunately I didn't end up deploying with Sgt Roper and the CAG due to back injuries I sustained from a car accident, but I was in Charlotte when they returned from deployment and of course he stepped off that bus with his tradition smile! It was an amazing experience and pleasure to meet Sgt Jim Roper and something that I will always carry with me. Semper Fidelis Sergeant Roper, you are truly a Marine's Marine!
Adam T. Greene - 4066/0651/0659 - Staff Sergeant - USMC
1998-2002 Active Duty; MAG-29 & HMM-365 & 26th MEU (Afghanistan, Swift Freedom)
2002-2006 Reserves; 4th Maintenance Bn, H&S Co
Sometimes the memories are so vivid even though I went in Jan 10, 1961....my first recollection of indoctrination into the CORPS was the train ride to YEMASSEE, SOUTH CAROLINA...and getting there early in the morning and hitting the station with the DI's yelling into our ears...get in line you pukes....get over here, line up left to right (and you know how that went). Of course when you get there they look for any excuse to yell at you. Coming from a small town in Upstate New York I was wearing my High School jacket with the name on it...SUFFERN....and don't you think that I got a kidding for that ..so WE staggered over to the barracks and began to settle in when the DI came in and started to yell this and that....and then out with the tooth brush and GI the shower....finally into the rack, bunk...bed (of course someone said that, and the DI repeating what a bed was for....it was a launching pad for a guided m _ _ _ _ _ )...Then up at the crack of dawn and over to a local restaurant...and those steel trays and the order...eat what you want but YOU WILL EAT everything that is ON YOUR TRAY....Then pile on the bus and on to PARRIS ISLAND and WELCOME to the CORPS....
John Cerullo 1961-1964
I Get Comments
I get comments every day on my Marine stickers on my car, I work in the Court in a Northern California town and was looking at my Sgt. Grit catalog when 2 men who I thought were not former Marines. One who is a Vietnam vet and the other a Iraq vet ask me to pass the catalog to a brother Marine who both about a week late thanked me and said they purchased stuff for themselves and buddies with whom they both served with. If it was not me looking at the catalog at that time I never would have made new Marine buds.
Thanx Capt. Mac
Tough Old Bird
as an old jarhead now retired 07/2000, i give back whenever i can. i had a heart wrenching experience when my mom passed away i was tore up inside. my cousin confided in me that mom always worried bout me when i was in, she never once told me. always put on her war face, always was the "tough old bird", made it easier on me. she was a military spouse old school woman from Montana. I tell myself god needed extra help, mom will carry on in a perfect military fashion, "Marine mom coming through"
Semper Fi jd
Note: My mother also kept here fears and concern to herself. I was in my late 40's, that is, I had been back from Vietnam and out the Corps for over 25 years, when my mother talked briefly about how much she worried about me. It was natural to believe she would worry. But hearing her talk about it that evening struck me as to the depth of her feelings and concern. She passed about a year ago, but I will always remember that conversation.
God Bless you Mom.
I wanted to share with you some things that made me say "Aw Sh*t!" during my time in the Corps.
Having a new platoon of recruits in sneakers make more noise than our older platoon
In boots on the streets of MCRD. I can remember Sgt. Blooms face......aw sh*t.
Having our Platoon Commander, Gunny Kirk, sneak around behind our platoon while at ease and get one of his buddies from another platoon give the command "Attention". You people don't know MY voice? ......... aw sh*t.
On qualifying day at the rifle range after firing a nice tight group on the 300 meter rapid fire target with my M14.... Slightly below where I wanted the rounds to go.
Range Officer "What happened to this asshole? Wrong dope, Sir." Aw sh*t!
I still fired Expert.
IN Da Nang with L/Cpl Spaceman Rymer driving a PC (3/4 ton truck) having the passenger windshield shatter and crumble to the floorboards and hearing a loud thump on same. WE counted to ten or one thousand and looked to see a large rock between Rymer's feet.....aw sh*t!
FNG Screw Up
This relates to not a FNG mission but definitely a FNG screw up. While on a CAX in 29 Palms with my unit MWSS-373 I was sent out to preop the far gear on the runway one morning. Two freshly minted 7011 Expeditionary Airfield Technician PFC's had just arrived in their best and freshly pressed cammies and were waiting to go meet the CO and SgtMaj.
Since they had time on their hands I was told to take them out and show them around the M-21 gear. They hopped in the HMMWV with me and upon arrival at the gear I handed them the checklist and had them start on the easier, non-messy items. One item of critical importance was to check the petcock valve at the top of the gear...however before doing this you needed to make sure all pressure had been dumped from the gear the night before. Even before you open the petcock under pressure and get doused with tens of gallons of glycol shooting straight up at a high rate of speed your first clue you are doing something wrong should be how hard the petcock is to actuate if there is still pressure in the system.
Guess what these two noobs forgot to do?
I was in the back of the pit checking out the tool box when I hear:
FNG 1 - "...#$&^ing thing won't go in."
FNG 2 - "just lean on it with your thumb."
...some grunting and straining noises...
About this time the light comes on in my head and I stand straight up and as I am about to turn around I hear a VERY LOUD POP quickly followed by a very large splash.
I had to bite my tongue I was trying not to laugh so hard. Both of them looked like drowned rats they were so soaked. The bad part (for them) was that this glycol was very thick and heavy, made automobile coolant seem like purified water.
No one was upset with me but these two got the quickest ride ever in the rear of that HMMWV back to the barracks and then after equally fast showers and uniform changes they were standing in the SgtMaj and CO's offices...smelling faintly of something sweet...
MWSS-373 and H&HS Miramar
Total man. Total Marine
You might wonder about the U.S. Marine Corps every now and then. Not, however, if you were Herk Swaney or one of his two Marine Corps sons, and not if you had the privilege of serving with Herk.
Well, he just died. Up and died. Just slipped way to the silver streets up there, wherever up there is. Old Marines are turning out right now to greet him, flagons raised high, Marines who have been there ever since Tun's Tavern in 1775. They knew about Herk.
You might not have known about Herk. He lived right there in Santa Rosa. Was a machine gun platoon leader on Iwo Jima. Machine gunners loved him. He loved them right back. Nobody like Herk.
He bellowed out orders. He got things done. No one ever questioned him. No reason to. We lost some, but he saved a bunch of us. Deep voice. Barrelful of courage.
Total man. Total Marine.
If you want to find out about why the Marine Corps succeeds, find out about Herk Swaney. Never thought there was another like him, but because of him, I will betcha my Browning 1919, there are thousands out there, not just like, but maybe enough like Herk, serving the Corps and our country today.
CALVIN W. ATWOOD
F-2-26 5th Division, USMC
One small correction to this bulletin. In the last article, Marine Martin states Jack Lucas was the youngest man to ever earn the Medal of Honor at 18. It is true that he was the youngest to earn the Medal, but he was not 18. For many years as Chaplain for the Iwo Jima Memorial Services at Golden Gate National Cemetery in San Bruno, California or at the Marines' Memorial Club is San Francisco, in my opening remarks I stated that Jack Lucas earned the Medal of Honor THREE days after his 17th birthday. Several years ago at one of our China Marine Association reunions in Washington, DC, a group of us were invited to attend the Marine Corps Honor Society Banquet. I met Jack there and told him about my invocation prayer. He said, "Ed, you got it almost right, it was SIX days after my 17th birthday."
Ed Fulwider, President China Marine Association
The letter from B Otis in the last newsletter reminded me of a similar experience that I had at Parris Island back in 69. I was assigned to platoon 281, with S/Sgt Ringer, SDI, Sgt Martin and Sgt Rushing JDI's. We were on our first conditioning run and we were only about a mile or so into it, when my lack of endurance became evident. I began falling back. One by one the platoon was passing me by. I knew the last of the platoon had passed me when I saw their orange "road guard" vests running around me. just then I felt an intense pain on the back of my head. It was Sgt Rushing hitting me with his "chrome dome". He was yelling something about no one dropping out of a run unless they were dead. He continued his onslaught upon my head and shoulders like a man possessed.
I was so scared, I was suddenly running on pure adrenalin, I took off like A SHOT! Before I knew it I was way the heck out in front of the entire platoon. Upon arriving back at the squad bay, S/Sgt Ringer comes up to me and announces that, being the fastest body in the platoon, I was now the "hatch-body". It would be my job, during our daily conditioning run, to pull away from the rest of the platoon, when we were approximately a mile from the squad bay, and open the hatches, start the DI's coffee and stand at attention at the front hatch and await the arrival of the rest of the platoon. I'm not sure how I did it during the next few days, but I accomplished the task as it was set forth. It got a little easier each time.
Ron Morse Sgt USMC 69-75
I was sent out to find a GU '11' and a TR double 'E'. The TR double 'E' was 8 feet tall and still covered with leaves as I dragged it into the ops shack. After that I wasn't an FNG anymore.
Non FNG 68 - 71
What about having the FNG run over to the maintenance hooch to sign for and bring back 200 feet of shoreline for fording ops and a box of grid squares before heading out to the field.
FNG...Task, For 155Towed & 105's a favorite for the FNG's first time in field on 155(towed) there was "Qualifying with the Axe".
Go find me a....
Can of muzzle blast.
A box of grid squares.
A hundred yards of gun line.
We always loved to send the boots to the First Sergeants' pit to see if he had any batteries for our Prick E-8 radio. There were many holes dug while looking for those batteries. Registering rounds was also fun, telling the boots they had to run the 100 lb. 155mm shell back to the CO's pit then the FDC to have it signed OK to fire, and then back to the gun line...good times!!!
J. M. Samuels
CPL. 3/11 M Battery 2000-2005
Although I didn't fall for it, while going through training at NAS Memphis, I did see a young Marine being sent off to get a 100 yd spool of Flight Line and a bucket of Prop wash!
This poor individual also ended up walking a post "guarding" the airplane on display in front of the chow hall.
Cpl. USMC. EAS 7/87
Well, Let's see...while stationed at MCAS Kaneohe Bay, Hawaii we used to send FNG's to the airwing side of the island for some "Flight Line", to the Captain's office for a ST1 (stone), oh, and there was always someone falling for "hey hand me a dollar bill so I can test the KW-7 (which promptly cut it in half when the hatch was slammed shut).
As a FNG we were all sent on important missions to find the likes of:
Bucket of back blast. Mastur-bation paper. Frequency grease. Bandolier for 175....Black Smoke (For Corpsman...so Gooks couldn't see it at night) Bottle of Backblast (to get high on)
Sir, I have been sent to find....A B1RD ladder or a ST1 hammer, can you help me? Can do private, go see Gunny Krudd; he is in the MT section. At the MT section...I am looking for Gunny Krudd, do you know where he is?
However being in electronics, the one that caused me much personal embarrassment was...
Private Parmenter, get your can over to Supply; we are going to need a replacement fallopian tube for this console.
Supply didn't have one... nor did the Motor Pool. Zilch at sickbay, however they did suggest that I try the Base Bakery. OK!...so I have got a shallow learning curve.
Sgt Steven Parmenter
A carrying strap for a M151 (jeep). One time I sent one for frequency grease and he came back with a heat tab with electrical tape wrapped around it. I think he adapted and improvised.
We also used to "axe qual" new Marines when we went out in the field. We would blind fold them, get them on their knees and tell them they had to chop a quarter in the sand while blindfolded. When they would raise the axe, we would throw their cover over the quarter, thus leaving a big slice in it. Good times, good times.
Cpl Mark Harris
MP Co. H&S Bn. 1st FSSG, '86-'89
As a Tanker, we used to send the new guys for a can of black and yellow checkered paint, a sky-hook, or piston return spring. But my favorite was when they qualified with the sledge hammer.
Practice unblind-folded hitting a nickel on a rock. Then remove their cover and blind-fold them to try to hit the nickel. But then we'd put their nice starched cover over the rock. They'd be beating the living h*ll out of their own cover, we'd be laughing our a**es off, and they thought they must really be nailing that nickel. The look on their face when they removed the blindfold and saw what was left of their pride and joy starched cover ...
G. Cagle 79-83, Sgt USMC
50 feet of slack.
Box car load of post holes.
And of course camouflage paint.
The longer it's been the more we remember the good and fun times.
'65-'68, Viet Nam '66-'67
Sarge, I recall going for a can of back-blast for the 106, and an asbestos suit to pull butts for the flame-thrower.
Sgt of Marines, '63-'67
Illuminating grid squares. I once sent a FNG down to the Gunny's office to ask him where he could find a PRC ("Prick") E-7. That one didn't go over well.
Craig Anderson, Lance Corporal of Marines '88-92, 0311/8151
Have you ever been sent by the Gunny to pick up 15 feet of shoreline or a roll of flight line. When going on deployment , how many hours did you spend standing out on the bow of the (boat) ship standing watch looking for the mail buoys and did you ever find the keys to davie jones locker??
Don Laughner Sgt 55-65. Major Ret 78
A BFA for the 81mm mortar. We sent one of our boots to go find a fuse wrench for a HE round. Our Gunny sent him back with "Fuze Wrench" written on his middle finger and told him to show it to our squad leader.
J Putney USMC, CPL, 02-06
We sent people looking for; Cans of Beep for the radios (they set off the encryption equipment) 10 feet of shoreline, Left Handed Hammers, Keys to the Humvees BA-1100N w/ ST-Rings. We once sent a FNG all over Camp Delmar holding a box of rocks (told him it was a radio) looking for the Humvee it went in. And my personal favorite...I sent an FNG in to the gunny to fill out his ID-10T form to requisition a PRC-E7. I am sure there were more. They all put a smile on your face, even if you were the butt of the joke. We Marines are some sick b*stards.
Sgt Michael Brown, 1990-1996
Grit...FNG errands...go get: 200 yards of firing line, a gallon of propwash, a J double- E P driver, the muzzle report ( should've been a common one in the 11th Mar). cleaning patches for a 106 recoilless rifle...(actually had a newbie come back from Bn Supply at 1st ATBn with a box of round cotton thingies that would've worked....have no idea what they were, but they for sure were not official 106 'patches')... left handed monkey wrench, metric hammer (or crescent wrench). Getting an order off today for Dunc's books...had them before, foolishly loaned them out, haven't seen them in years, but anyone who hasn't read them is really missing out...my favorite story, and have told it countless times over the years, is the one about the first female air traffic controller...am I shilling for Duncan?....you betcha! (us Mustang Majors gotta stick together...and I have never met the man)
Semper Fi, Dick Dickerson, '57-'81
Try some Major Duncan Books
How about 50 yards of MLR?
Peter C. Formaz
My M.O.S. being 2841/ Ground Radio Repairman, we had a lot of fun with our FNGs. The batteries used in the man-pack radios part number always started with either BB or BA. This being the case, we would send said FNGs into the Comm Chiefs office and have them ask for a couple of BA-1100- Novembers, translation... Balloons. My personal favorite though was sending them looking for a "Prick E-7". Yeah, I had to push a lot for that one the gunny never saw the humor but it was totally worth it every time.
Ben Bortle, Cpl. 1997-2001. 2nd AAV BN Comm.
As a former radio operator you might recall the mission to find a gallon of Side Tone. Our "Boots" could never come up with it!
One of our group in Okinawa was sent to find a barrel of prop wash. He was not really an FNG and remembered where the barrels of detergent for the turboprop planes were stored. Checked out a truck and brought the Master Sgt. two barrels.
Sgt. 1975 - 1986
President - Devil Dogs MC
How about "Get me two fifty yard rolls of white flight line."? I was also told to get a "Valve core extractor." It sounded so phony that I didn't do it. It exists. It is used to let the air out of tires. I grew up calling it a "gut puller". Got in trouble for that one. Aw well.
Thanx for the memories.
Jim Martin CPL VMFA 513/VMFA 542 1964 TO 1968
We sent guys out for a bucket of A-1-R (air), or a bucket of rotar wash. We sent guys down to the hangar bay to "fire-proof" their mattresses. Imagine yourself dragging your mattress all the way down there to find you been scammed. Lol OR, Hey Noob, go get some Delta -1- Charlie-K from maintenance control.
We had a Doc that convinced people he had to take a sperm sample to ensure they were not exposed to radioactivity of the reactor. One guy actually went so far as to drop his pants until he realized it was a joke.
Lastly the Doc had a horse needle filled with molasses. He told us it was a shot you had to receive to ward off radioactivity. I looked at that needle and said NO F-ing way you are sticking that in me lol.
I'd give the Docs name but HM1 is still active and may not want to share haha.
The haze is clearing. How could I, as an old school 2531, forget "to feed the Gamma Goat". Man he would get angry if he didn't get three squares.
If you remember, let me rephrase that, if you could remember, we sent a guy after two buckets of slack, a tube of frequency grease, 100 yards of flight line, and four radio nets. Kelly dropped a dime on us to that mustanger Lieutenant Mattox and we were told that if we had nothing to do HE would find something for us.
Get your saline shots from Medical.
Wpns Co 3/25 00-07
-to the post office for a "boasting punch"
-pad eye wrench
Bryan Butas USMC CPL, 1989 - 1993
While on I&I staff at NAS Sandpoint, Seattle, WA. 68-69 we would have them go out and help preflight the B1RD (bird) for the next mission. When we sent them out to work on the R4-Q2 (say that fast! lol) they would figure that we were shining them on again and not go out. That was the Navy's designation for the C-47 "Gooney Bird". We would also tell them that the little black funnel attached to a black tube, in the cargo bay of our C-119's, was the crew intercom. For those that aren't in the know, it is the in-flight relief tube. No heads in our planes!
Bill Wilson Gy/Sgt Ret'd.
Swing with the Wing!
Way back when there was "head space for the machine gun", "100yds of firing line" and "a tube of night vision".
As a FNG assigned to MWSS 371 at El Toro in Aug of 1986 I remember one of the other FNG's that checked in with me. He was told to go to Base Supply and pick up 6 rolls of "Flight Line." We all had a good laugh when he returned a couple hours later after being sent to just about every supply office on the base looking for "flight line." He said every office he went to, the supply NCO would tell him they were out and to go check another office.
My father was in the air department on the USS Yorktown during WWII and loaded bombs on the planes. I remember a story he told me about one of the activities prior to the shellback ceremony. My dad had already took part in the ceremony and he went to check on some of the "Wogs." This sailor was standing near the bow of the ship and he was looking through two rolls of toilet paper like a pair of binoculars. My dad asked what he was doing, and the sailor replied he was sent there to look for the equator.
Louis (Tiger) Gouge
Sgt of Marines, 1985-1991
Desert Storm, HqCo 1st Marine Regiment
I was just reading one of your letters and someone asked if anyone remembers the brown bagger bar. Yes I do, however it was not outside the main gate to Camp Lejeune. The Driftwood is closest to the main gate the Brown Bagger was further up the road on the same side and I think the Bayou and Platos were very close to one another right around the same area. I remember someone tossing a CS grenade into the Bayou after an "altercation". and a brawl in the parking lot of Platos when reinforcements were called in all the way from Onslow Beach at 0030 one night! I was there along with others to bail out our SSGT and a Sgt from our unit. We made it from the beach to Platos in 15 minutes and for any of you who know where Onslow Beach is that is record time!
Someone also asked about Court st. it's cleaned up now but in the late seventies and early eighties it was one dive after the next. Purple Haze, Birdland, Big ED'S Bowery, the Asian Lounge just to mention a few. I think the Asian lounge is now a parking lot for the Sheriff Dept. Outside of Camp Geiger was Bronco Billy's, but I did not do any two stepping in that establishment. My unit mostly hung out at the Driftwood when we were not in the field. Harry and Joe ran the place, Harry is long gone from there and up until 5 years ago Joe was still the head man. The early eighty's was a wild time down there and reading some of your newsletters sure brings back memories some good some not so good.
Sgt Bart "gourd" Smittle
Charlie Co. 2nd Recon Bn.
4th 105mm Howitzer Battalion USMCR
Sgt. Grit, I have written you before about my organization (nationalmilitaryheritagemuseum.com) and would like to mention a project I am working.
Our museum building, located in St. Joseph, MO, housed the 1st and later 4th 105mm Howitzer battalion USMCR in the 1940-1950s. This unit went active in 1950, and went to Camp Pendleton for staging. They joined the 1st Marines at Chosin Reservoir for that most grueling of battles. I have some roster sheets from the Marine Corps and a Picture of the unit dated 1954. I would like to meet and talk to any Marine or family member of a Marine of that unit that is willing to discuss this time with me.
I can be contacted at the above website, at firstname.lastname@example.org, or by mail at The National Military Heritage Museum, 701 Messanie, St. Joseph Missouri, 64501.
Semper fi, D Ward, Sgt 1971-1975.
Great newsletter keep it up:
While reading the 2 July news letter. I was reminded of a couple of incidents at Camp Hague Okinawa. Cpl Hight, if you were in 4/12 in '61. Do you remember the night that the leg on SgtMaj Ebert's desk got shot off, and the Pvt in Kilo Bty fell asleep during a Saturday morning inspection, while in formation? In 76 while in Bravo 1/12 out of Hawaii. I was on a WesPac cruise we stayed at Camp Hague. The old 4/12 CP was still occupied, and the roof still leaked.
The "Rock" was a great tour in '61 for a boot PFC. It is amazing how something as simple as an address can trigger so many memories. All you young Marines today won't realize this till your in your 50's & 60's.
Keep up the good work, you're all in my thoughts and prayers always
Jim Leonard SSgt Ret. 60-80
I spent some time talking with a few young men the other day and the topic of MARINE AIR came up. Much to my surprise, these youngsters had no idea that the Marine Corps had any aircraft except for helicopters and 'Harriers'. This got my curiosity up so I called a few of my 'civilian' friends and asked them what they knew or thought about the airwings of the Marine Corps. They didn't know jack either! Seems that the idea of the Marine Corps having jets and other aircraft in their inventory is an alien one to say the least.
Now, I hate relying on 'Hollyweird' to put out the word on anything military, but other than 'Flying Leathernecks' with John Wayne, has there been any other movie, especially a recent one, that portrays MARINE AIR as a true flying, fighting force? A segment of the recent PBS show, 'CARRIER', did deal a little with a Marine Air Squadron serving aboard the USS Nimitz, but did not really discuss MARINE AIR that much. And I'm not talking about a fantasy flick or sci-fi movie like the fairly recent 'Independence Day' or 'Aliens'. Are there any others out there?
I have seen evidence of MARINE AIR in several VietNam War movies ('We Were Soldiers', 'Hamburger Hill', etc) but one has to look real quick and hit the 'pause' button at just the right time to see that big, bold, beautiful 'MARINES' on the fuselage of an F-4 'Phantom' that's in a 2 second film clip.
It sure seems to me that MARINE AIR could use some publicity to add more notoriety for their efforts. More Americans should be made aware that the Marine Corps can and will 'fight our country's battles' in the air as well as on the land and on the sea.
You all have a safe and happy Independence Day!
Happy Birthday USA!
In the movie Battle Cry there is a scene where the main characters are in their tent the day before graduation and their Drill Instructor enters the tent and tells them quote " you are Gyrenes now and when you pass in review tomorrow and the command is given "eyes right" let me hear them eyeballs click "
Former Marine Corporal Joe L. Reyna , MTM Co, Maintenance Battalion, 1st FSR 70-73
This is in response to GySgt D.L. Morton's entry in the newsletter dated 3July, regarding M-1/M-14s in boot camp. He stated he entered MCRD San Diego in June 1962, platoon 342 and was initially issued an M-1. I was glad to see his entry because I've long contended that we were one of the first platoons to be issued M-14s. I stepped onto the yellow footprints at MCRD San Diego, 28June1962. We formed as Platoon 145 on or about 1July1962 and a few days later, were issued M-14s still covered in cosmoline. I recall washing them in hot water to remove the cosmoline, then spending what, at the time, seemed like days cleaning the rest of the cosmoline from all the tiny nooks and crannies of the rifle. What Gunny Morton didn't mention were the hours spent sitting on buckets on the platoon street, rubbing linseed oil into the stocks with our bare hands. I recall doing that all through boot camp. It never occurred to me at the time that we were the first recruits to be issued those rifles. What did any of us know about boot camp and how things worked? That all happened just 46 short years ago today (3July2008).
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I also would like to offer some info on the M-14, it originally came with a ventilated upper fiberglass fore piece that broke very easily when Marines did rifle drill. They were later replaced by unventilated pieces that were retrofitted at the armory. Qualified with the M-14 in boot camp in '65, reissued M-14 in RVN in '68 at ChuLai and in early '69 was given an M-16 (Matty Mattel) it was light and the Magazines were small but it never replace the M-14 in my mind. I was given an air rifle for a birthday present years ago an exact? replica of the M-16 and I think the stock was heavier and the whole thing weighed more than My '69 M-16.
Cpl of Marines 65-69
P.S. Semper Fi and thanks to Sgt Grit for the stuff that helps brothers recognize brothers.
Boot Camp Games
The 2nd Recruit Bn at Parris Island was still in the wooden H- shaped barracks. The squad bays were long and narrow. Standing at attention in front our bunks one day we heard: "Right Face", "Column Right, March". When we got to the opposite end of the squad bay we were halted and the Drill Instructor yelled " What the @#$% are you doing? Get in front of your racks! NOW!" The center of the squad bay became a huge mass of bodies, each rushing and pushing to get back to their racks. Guys got knocked down and trampled, some racks even got knocked over in the rush. We played this game many times to the delight of the Drill Instructors. Even Drill Instructors from the other platoons would come in to watch the fun.
Bill Wright '67-'71
Plt. 268, MCRD Parris Island
Comm-Elect. School Bn, MCRD San Diego
1st Mar. Div, Hq Bn, Comm. Co., Radio Relay Plt.
2nd MAW, MWHS2, Cherry Point
I served with Bravo Company, First Battalion Ninth Marines, starting with operation Dewey Canyon. The operation is synonymous with other great battles that the Corps has fought throughout history. The courage and sacrifice of the men of Ninth Marines will always be etched into my mind. Triple canopy jungle, unbearable heat, and a determined enemy could not withstand the United States Marine Corps Grunt. With little resupply or air support due to the weather it was a even match with the NVA for supremacy.
We lost some very good men but nothing compared to enemy casualties, going toe to toe with Ninth Marines even though they had a numerically superior force proved devastating to the North Vietnamese regulars. This is not bolstering, but a tribute to the men of Ninth Marines for courage and determination Above and Beyond the call of duty.
This is also a tribute to the Navy Corpsmen that gave comfort to the dying during this operation. Especially during the withdrawal when the point squad was ambushed. We Marines carried our KIA's and WIA's in a straight line while the Corpsmen moved up and down the line caring and comforting the dying men, walking twice as far as we did, they might have worn Navy insignia but they are Marines through and through! My only solace to them is on the last day when we were boarding the choppers the doc to my right got hit in the neck with shrapnel and I helped him aboard. It doesn't seem like much in the here and now but like all combat operations it was one of those" you had to be there moments"
To all the newer generations of Marines whether you are just off the yellow footprints a Desert Storm, Iraqi or Afghan veteran or anything in between you are part of the most feared fighting force in the world. As you grow older and you're talking to persons from other services I will guarantee when it comes your turn to say what branch you served in, at the point you say I was a Marine, someone will undoubtedly repeat, you were a Marine? To all the Marines that came before me WW 1, WW 2 or Korea and all those that have passed this life I can only say I am Proud to be your brother! Semper Fidelis, Semper Fi, "Always Faithful" remember when you earned the Eagle Globe and Anchor you will always be, not an X or former but a "Marine"!
in response to Cpl Kirk Jones, Paul Peek of the peek a boos, attended my high school in Greenville SC. He was quite a musician and went on to play with Gene Vincent and was in a movie with him. I ran into Paul in Jacksonville while in K-3-8. Unfortunately he passed away several years ago without ever reaching the pinnacle in the music business. I believe his story may be on the internet.
Semper Fi Jim McCuen Dublin, CA
The newsletter is outstanding as it always is. To Chuck Stark who said he was almost a MARINE if you are an FMF CORPSMAN you are a MARINE who wears his or her chevrons only on the left sleeve and upside down. ANCHORS AWEIGH and SEMPER FI
R B SCOTT E Co 2/9 56-57 67-68-69
Just to be clear, in my previous post I did not claim that our platoon was the first to be issued M-14s at MCRD. I have no idea when the M-14 was first issued to recruits. What I did say was that our platoon (Platoon 361) was the first to go to Camp Stuart Mesa for range training. That was the last week of July or the first week of August, 1964. On a good day, with a strong north wind, I can hear the recruits at Edson Range firing as I live near the back gate of CamPen.
Did anyone notice that in Sunday's Parade (July 6) in the article by John McCain there was a sentence mentioning soldiers, sailors aviators and Marines that Marines was the only one capitalized?
Upon return from the University of Rice (DaNang campus) I was fortunate to spend my last few months of active duty at Camp Delmar, Camp Pendleton Ca.
L/Cpl of Marines, 1969-71
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Pacifism is a Luxury Paid for By Warriors
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